Gratitude journal

What I’m thankful for

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Light traffic coming home on Friday afternoon.

Some insights on the manuscript with which I’ve recently struggled. (Now I just need to explore those insights.)

Family day! Brunch with my dad, husband, and daughter. Dinner with the whole extended family (daughter’s early 21st birthday celebration; 14 people). We all were fed, company + cake. Thanks to my daughter for her help, and thanks to everyone who helped with the dishes.

A fun afternoon with sun and poetry: Martha Silano’s reading of her new book Reckless Lovely–so good to hear the poems out loud in person–and a chance to hang out with friends later.

Eggplant parm made by Tom.

All in all, a fabulous week. Keep the door open. Open my heart.

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Two blue spiral notebooksI started the blue notebook on the left at LiTFUSE last September, filled it with notes, exercises, drafts of poems, ideas for poems. Five days later, I was laid off from my job. The notebook became a hybrid of poetry free-writes and career-shift notes, as I met with many helpful people and learned a lot. Thank you, all of you.

When that first notebook was full, I started the next one. I’ve found a few unused notebooks left over from my kids’ high school days, and I liked the continuity of blue. More free writes, meeting notes, and interview notes, plus notes from AWP.

Tomorrow, I start my new job at Winshuttle. I enjoy the fact that these notebooks started with LiTFUSE and my time off (however you want to call it) has ended with AWP. I still have room in the notebook, and I’ll keep writing, although I’m yet sure when.

This week, I’m thankful for having lunch with my Mom.

I’m thankful for my time at AWP–for seeing so many friends and for meeting new people as well as meeting Facebook friends in person and for learning about novel structure and the lyric essay and poetry of wonder and for hearing so much poetry.

And I’m thankful for starting my new job.

Open the door. Open my heart.

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I was going to say I’m thankful for snow in the forecast–just a little snow, enough to be pretty. But forecasts have shifted and snow doesn’t look likely for Seattle. I can be envious of the folks to the north, and, if they want, they can be envious of the weather here. (Nice for ducks.)

But I have plenty of other things to be thankful for:

Thankful for any rest I was able to catch.

Thankful for a safe drive up to Bellingham and back on Monday, and hoping my daughter’s trip today (into the snow!) goes well.

Thankful for breakfast with my dad.

Thankful for time with my daughter and younger son.

Thankful for cough drops, and a well-stocked freezer and pantry, so I can delay venturing into the rain for a while longer.

Thankful for the energy to rip my next poetry manuscript apart yet again, for insights on what might make it more complete, more compelling.

Open the door. Open my heart.

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On Friday, my son graduated from United States Marine Corps boot camp. I’m thankful we were able to fly down to San Diego for his graduation, and I’m thankful that he’s home on leave before his next phase begins.

Soon, my next phase will begin. I’m going to work for a company called Winshuttle. I’m excited and thankful for this new opportunity.

During the past few months, I’ve thanked my family for their support and I’ve thanked all the people who met with me, sharing their insights and encouragement.

Thank you, again and again.

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Many thanks to all the people who trekked through snow and slush today to come to Open Books for the launch of In Both Hands. And thanks to those who stopped by the house after and helped us eat cake. Thanks for helping me celebrate this new book.

Thanks to my sister who gave my mom a ride.

Thanks to my sister-in-law who gave me a ride back.

Thanks to Tom who helped me put the post-launch party together.

I’m thankful for my book club, and I’m also thankful for a safe drive home last night. It was pretty and not scary. Sure, it was only about an inch of snow–but we live in a city of hills, and I’m not good at driving in the snow.

I’m thankful for opportunities.

Open the door. Open my heart.

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